Jian sat at the head of a round table in the command tent. Neveah sat beside him, and the King's guard, Kirgan and Imagor occupied the places on either side of them.
The rest of the table was occupied by the leaders of the various units in the first squadron.
The forlorn was closer than ever now. They would be upon them in barely a few days. And now, Cassian's findings revealed the very high and very disturbing possibility that the first squadron would be attacked from two sides.
And one was an enemy they couldn't see. The magic concealment hindered all the scout parties, dragon and mage included from reaching the forlorn army rerouting from Aloria.
They didn't have eyes on them. Or any knowledge of how close they had gotten.
Which rendered all the strategies previously planned, useless. They were facing triple the anticipated force of the forlorn army, on a safe estimate.
And they were already far outnumbered even with just a single army heading for them.
